Muse's Poerty

After i saw what Juggernaut posted, i though i should post some of my huns work. I don't think she'll mind if i post this. So Tell me what you think of her work Also there's ALOT more however this is some of her earlier work.

I remember that fateful day and time,
November 22, Sunday, twenty-five after nine.
In the doorway, with your case,
You were leaving me to fight in a foreign place.
You helped me when others would mock,
Oh how I want to turn back the clock.
You fought so bravely,
The scenes you saw were gravely.
Your life was filled with strife,
I'm fighting back the tears, because you fought for your life.
You know I love you, for you I'd cry,
I'd lie, I'd die. I'd rather give up my life,
Than to see tears in your eyes.
Its hard to believe you were in the middle of a field, on the ground,
Looking up at the sky, no else to help was around.
Its so hard for me to tell you I love you,
As I stand over your grave, its such a hard thing to do.
Everyone expects me to handle it and go on even though you gone...
Its hard to just through my tears, see the dawn.
People come up to me and ask, "What's up, yo?"
I say "I'm fine." Even though there's one thing I want to know....
Why would God want to hurt me so bad?
Didn't He see all that we had?
Does He know how much he hurt me?
Couldn't he just let us be?
Apparently He needed an angel.....to watch over me
And that was you. Couldn’t he let you be?
You already had a home,
Why did He want you to come to His throne?
Gray and cloudy is my sky,
As I hold this knife, I want to say something to my friends.......Goodbye.....

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A wife a husband have two wonderful daughters. This a fight between them. Told by the mother's POV.

Family Fight
I want to take back the things I said,
I just want to clear my conscience and my head.
My life I used to love, my life
Is now filled with only hatred and strife.
I take a back look,
See, to get this far, how much it took.
Can't we get along?
No, we fought all night long.
Hearts were broken, names were called,
Dreams were shattered, it never stalled.
To the heavens, was where the echoes of it all went, the names,
To me it felt as though the end of the world had came.

Through it all, there stood your little sister,
With tears in her eyes, like someone had hit her.
There she stood, we just ignored,
The poor girl, when she talked, we only screamed more.
If you listened closely, you could hear the the boom,
When she slammed the door to her room.
Feeling hollow and alone,
Feeling that the fault was her own.
She called her friends, and cried on the phone,
They had that "I don't care" kind of tone.
She hung up the phone as her eyes filled up with more tears,
They were so much, so big, the fears.
She wrote in her diary, "Worst night ever"
"How cans things get better?"
She signed off her name in bright, pink ink,
Now she need time to think.

While this happened, we still scream,
It wasn't a very nice scene(please tell me its a dream)
Finally you turned around, and slammed the door,
To come back nevermore.
After that I cried,
He consoled me.....well at least he tried.
Your boyfriend was no where to be found,
No one to help you was around.
Your little sister was listening to the Simple Plan CD,
Listening to "I'm Just a Kid" and "God Must Hate Me"
She listened to the words, till one lyric made her stop,
From her face fell a single tear drop.
"Everybody's screaming, I try to make a sound, but no one hears me"
This song spoke to her, and said what others can't see.

Meanwhile I'm still crying,
He says its okay, he's says he's not lying.
He held me tight,
Telling me no one was right.
He said everything'll be okay,
I can tell by the way he holds me, he's keeping his emotions at bay.

You drive your car to the bar,
Have a drink, trying to forget all you are.
You walk to your car, a little drunk,
Before you get to you car, something hits you, a truck.
It hits you hard,
Man, life is such a wild card.
You move, at least you try,
A pain erupts, and you cry.
The truck is gone, your on the ground,
You're bleeding.....you're dying.....and no is around.

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The Word I Can't Say

The word that causes pain,
The word that causes no gain.
The word makes people want to cry,
Why do so few peeople get by?
The word that can affect us all,
The word that can cause us to fall.
The word that causes people to die,
The word that causes people to wonder why.
The word that can take a life,
The word that causes many to turn to a knife.
The word that is so hard to say,
Even if there is no other way.
The word that made so many people dead,
Almost all of them on a hospital bed.
The word that took my grandma away,
That word is hard to say.
The word that can strike any time of the year,
The word that causes so much to fear.
The word that proves life is a wild card,
The word that can make life so hard.
The word we all can't say, the word we hide within,
No, its not death, pain, the devil, or sin.
Oh.....you want the answer?
The word I can't say is.....cancer.